Can you write about ROR Loki getting close to a human and eventually confessing his love to her, and she actually likes him back but gets upset at him and doesn't believe him because Loki, like the other gods, doesn't like humans, so she thinks someone like him would never like her, so she assumes due to Loki's trickster nature he is toying with her, aka using her as a punchline by pretending to confess to her (because, obviously, joking about something as serious as being in love with someone is awful) and his reaction then them getting together? 👀
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i finally made it! it took me time, but i did it.
i hope you like how it has come out, dear anon (<3).
loki's confession and a reader who doubts him
You never quite grasped the starting point of your friendship with the most chaotic god in the Norse pantheon. Perhaps "friendship" wasn't even the right word. To begin with, the mere fact that a god of his standing would show any interest in a human was unusual enough, but what was truly disconcerting was how that interest gradually bordered on obsession.
At first, you were just fresh meat for him, treated like a mere new toy to fill the void of amusement that plagued him day after day. You, poor thing, were open-minded enough to remain indifferent to his status. You didn't bow before him, you never treated him like a god to be worshipped, nor did you flinch or shrink when his shadow loomed over you. And that, precisely that, was what began to disarm him.
Loki would approach you, a sharp smile etched on his face, heavy with jokes and provocations, waiting to see you tremble or blush. And you always denied him that reaction; instead, you responded with wit, sarcasm, or such calm that you made him doubt himself. And when the sound of your laughter reached his ears for the first time… Oh, Freyja, protect him. It felt just like that time Brunhilde smiled at him, like a direct blow to a part of his chest he'd rather ignore.
He doesn't know how to love gently. His nature is obsessive, distorted and intense. And all of that extends to the feelings that haunt him.
Loki started looking for you "by chance." Writing about you in his journal. Appearing upside down above your head when you least expected it. Creating little replicas of you, studying every gesture and expression, as if you were a riddle he needed to solve.
And you, without even knowing it, had become his favorite pastime… And something much deeper that neither of you could name at that moment.
The confession came almost as a double shock. His reputation preceded him, and not only that, but his elitist view of humanity didn't help his case either. He didn't have to hear you speak because your face showed your consideration of his words as a cruel joke.
❝Why would someone like him notice me? He must be playing with me,❞ your mind kept repeating. Your thinking was quite logical, which led to a subtle anger slowly coursing through your veins. Things like that shouldn't be played with; neither you nor your feelings were a joke for his own amusement.
That's when he became genuinely confused. For the first time in his eons of existence, someone was accusing him of something he hadn't done. Soon, that confusion enveloped him in a dark, burning aura. His strong emotions were nothing more than cannons waiting to be fired, and your audacity had become a sudden target.
Before Loki could even measure his own words, he launched himself and blurted out whatever came to mind.
❝How dare you doubt me? Do you think I need to play with you for my amusement?"
Amid his outburst of hatred for being rejected, something in the air stopped him once again. It was a mere second, an instant in which his eyes met yours, and what he glimpsed in those depths, he recognized as pain. You weren't angry, you were hurt, and that was even worse.
His gaze, once overflowing with rage, lowered in unison with his chin. To prove it wasn't a trick, he did something he would never do, jokingly or not. Swallowing his pride and silencing his disdain for vulnerability, he finished floating, his feet touching the ground. It was a slight descent, but for someone of his stature, it was symbolically enormous.
Silence reigned in the room, deep and somewhat uncomfortable.
❝I'm not playing with you,❞ he confessed, his intentions now clear, devoid of any theatricality that had once accompanied him. And that's when you began to honestly believe him.
It was a gradual process, because when you finally accepted his feelings and admitted your own, everything about him seemed to light up. A pause of excited surprise passed over his expression, followed by a loving smile. It wasn't physically possible, but he felt how your simple smile melted him.
❝Ah…❞ He sighed, ❝so this is what it feels like.❞
From that day on, Loki promised a thousand things. He would protect you, he would annoy you, he would worship you, and he would watch over you with a devotion that no one would ever have expected from the god of deception.
Doflamingo never understood why you were the only one he couldn't control. Everyone else he'd encountered ended up caving; men, kingdoms, wills… But then there was you, stubborn as you were, who ignited a fire in his chest that he didn't even know if he wanted to extinguish.
His eyes, though hidden behind his glasses, remained alert, like someone observing a flame too close for safety. It pissed him off to need you. It pissed him off even more to desire you.
Not because you were dangerous, but because you were the only one who could ignite something in him that wasn't banal destruction. A different kind of fire. More intimate. More unbearable.
Doflamingo wasn't gentle, and therefore his love was even less so. The love he had for you felt like a suffocating knot in his own throat, a constant battle between admitting the obvious aloud or denying it like a poor wretch.
With you, he learned that to love was to burn alive. And yet, with you, he let his guard down.
He loved you the way one loves something forbidden; with an untamed hunger, a blinding rage, a tenderness he'd never admit to anyone else. His touch was sensitive, his hands gliding over your skin as if he wanted to make sure you were real. His kisses were violent, leaving in their wake his inherent fear that you might disappear from his side.
He knew his life was sea, was blood, and was power. But you were his only refuge, his only flame that burned brightly.
Before leaving the luxury of the castle, he roughly took your chin, forcing you to look at him. No words escaped him, all dying before they reached his tongue. What could he say that you didn't already know?
Just by being near you, he felt how the heat rose up his spine, a fire he couldn't control even with all the strings in the world.
And how he hated it… Doflamingo hated that your absence from his routine in the coming days would only make him crueler. He hated that, for the first time, something had managed to bind him without even using chains.
❝Don't play with me,❞ he whispered against the corner of your lips. ❝If I get burned, it'll be by you. And if I come back… it'll be because of you.❞ He closed the little space between you and he kissed you slowly, as if he wanted to etch you into his skin.
The island's harbor was quiet, almost too quiet for a man like him. Shanks stopped in front of you with that bright smile that always seemed to hold the wisdom of a thousand worlds, but this time, there was something more there. A gentle haze was reflected in his eyes, something that showed both pain and comfort.
❝You know I'll be back,❞ he murmured, as if it were a truth as natural as the tides themselves.
He took your hand and, between your fingers, placed a small wildflower he must have picked by chance on his way to the dock. Nothing grand, nothing fit for an emperor of the seas… A simple daisy, its pale petals trembling in the harbor breeze. Yet it carried the hope and purity of his ever-present promise to always return. ❝So you don't forget that I'm always thinking of you.❞
He tilted his head gently, closing the distance between you two. With ease, he let his lips find yours. With that simple touch of his lips, he promised to return safely, to share more laughter on that very shore. By the time Shanks pulled away, his smile was back to its usual state, as luminous as it was dangerous.
❝Take care of yourself until I return. And if the wind carries my name to you, you'll know I'm near.❞
And so, with the daisy in your hand and the lingering feel of his lips still above yours, you watched as he strode up the gangplank of the Red Force, his laughter soon swept into the swell of voices and the barked orders of his crew. Soon, the ship began to slip away from the dock, carrying him toward the open horizon once more.
Started reading fanfics around 2021 and then in 2023 I started writing on and off but I’ve deleted my old tumblr account since then and this account has been around since end of 2024 I think!!!
What fic do you wish could get a little more love?
Completely restarting my shit so I only have two things posted right now… would love if more people liked my Scott summers bodyswap fic… 👀👀👀👀
First fictional or famous crush?
Thinking. I’m thinking hold on. SOS. I remember I had a huge crush on hop from pokemon sw/sh at one point and then I really liked number 5 from umbrella academy… and I had a fat crush on either mako or bolin from tlok I can’t fucking remember who it was I don’t really remember how old I was or how old these characters are at all whatsoever I can barely remember this
How open are you to people IRL about writing fanfiction?
I don’t really have friends highkey but I’m pretty open about it with everyone 🥹🥹 if anything I leave out how it’s x reader and usually smut
What’s a mundane fact about you?
Idk if this is mundane idk tbh I absolutely fucking hate that stupid guy from heartstopper who isn’t kit conner with a burning passion I hate him so bad I actually want to kill myself whenever he is brought up I hate that stupid heartstopper show and I hate that stupid guy
ALKALAKAK thanks for the tag ayla, sounds fun to do :3
When did you start writing?
09.09.2023 (I used to write diaries & wrote it down lol) but my account now isn’t that old cuz I had a little mishap where I deleted my account. Anyway my first fic ever posted was about ayato from genshin :D I was totally into him at that time, I still have a body pillow of him
What fic do you wish could get a little more love?
Nothing really… I do feel a little disappointed when some fic’s I write don’t always become as popular as others, but I don’t think I’m in any place to complain
First fictional or famous crush?
I’ve never had a celebrity crush, but as for fictional— well, these are the main crushes I remember:
wither skeleton (Minecraft) — Bromley Guzman (Pokémon) — Jeff the killer (Creepypasta) -> hoodie/eyeless jack — shigaraki tomura (mha) — xiao (genshin) -> kamisato ayato — Mahito (jjk) — roderick (he’s from a manhwa) — Raphael (whb) — argenti from (hsr) -> Sunday — Hugo (zzz), then finally Anaxagoras from hsr as well. Right now I like jabber from gachiakuta too, but anaxa still claims first place
How open are you to people IRL about writing fanfiction?
I’d say I’m pretty open. I tell many friends (so not acquaintances) that I run a tumblr account where I post fic’s, most of them know it’s smut. I’m open about my kinks, as long as they asked first lol. And only two close friend knows exactly what I write and post, like I tell them: I wrote yesterday again, this time about anaxa getting bred :D
One of these two read x reader fic’s herself, (but she’s a sub lol) and the other one reads bl sooooo
What’s a mundane fact about you?
I have a wasp toxin allergy, and obviously didn’t know until I got stung at around 11 years old. The problem was I have a really bad allergy so I almost died lol
i guess it must be around 2018-2019. my early works aren't published, but i do have them saved in physical notebooks. i didn't start posting until the quarantine hit my country, although i only posted my thoughts in instagram (😭).
what fic do you wish could get a little more love?
i guess none...? i don't really wish any of them got any more love per se, but that's beyond me.
first fictional or famous crush?
thinking about it... i guess mello from death note has been one of my early crushes, and celestia ludenberg from danganronpa (✨).
how open are you to people irl about writing fanfiction?
i'm pretty open, ig. my friends, some of my family, and even classmates and professors has known and know about my fanfictions. i even had one of my teachers creating an account in wattpad to read some old works (😭).
what's a mundane fact about you?
hmmm... i spend most of time listening to music in any way i'm able to. it's quite odd to see me without my headphones on or without any other device reproducing music. i'm literally listening to "hey ya!" right now (😭).
tagging: @ax0lotly , @raven725 (you two don't have to do it if you don't want to).
OPLA MIHAWK MINUS SHIRT IN HIS FUCKING CASTLE IN HIS BED WHICH I JUST KNOW HAS SILK BEDSHEETS LETTING YOU SLEEP ON HIS CHEST ONE ARM BEHIND HIS HEAD THE OTHER AROUND YOU AFTER HE JUST FUCKED YOU INTO OBLIVION AND WHEN YOU'RE JUST ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP HE GIVES A PECK TO YOUR HEAD
SOMEONE GIVE ME WATER I'M SO THIRSTY
Blood red silk sheets, fluffy black down comforter, four poster bed with black canopy, ebony woodwork, I have definitely not spent a weird amount of time thinking about this I swear—
This is beautiful, forehead/temple kisses are dreadfully underrated
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i don't talk much about it, but sometimes everything gets too much. i wish i had the means of comfort i'd like to have, yet that's not possible as of now. so here you have this stupid drabble.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ characters. unspecified character, referred to in masculine × gn! reader, referred in second person (you). you can imagine any character here, but i'll put some of my own at the end.
you're enough
There were days when you couldn't understand where the pain came from. You couldn't put into words the reason behind that shadow of sadness that loomed over you with such malice, a melancholy that soon had every fragment of your being under its yoke of desolation.
It seemed that today was one of those fateful days.
Your mind was racing louder than usual. Past actions and interactions swirled in your memory, reminding you of old doubts you thought you had already overcome. A hard drive of insecurities played on an endless loop with only one simple intention: to make you feel inadequate.
You lowered your gaze. You looked at your hands and thought they were enough, that you were enough. But the thought didn't quite take hold.
Is everything you've done, everything you're doing, actually enough?
You didn't cry. You weren't capable of crying. That was what frustrated you most. The falling tears, at least, would be a physical manifestation, a visible sign that the pain existed as a whole. But the suffering was silent. A voice inside you seemed to know everything: everything you weren't, everything you should be to deserve something.
You're not enough. You never were. You never will be.
You didn't hear him come in. So focused on your sorrow that you didn't notice your partner's arrival in the room. However, he did notice you. His eyes carefully scanned your figure, taking in every detail that revealed so much about you without your even realizing it. He didn't need eloquent words or actions; he simply knew you like the back of his hand.
He approached you slowly, maintaining a safe distance for your own comfort. He respected the fragile silence that surrounded you, not wanting to intrude abruptly when you still seemed lost in thought. Even so, after a moment of proper self-meditation, he spoke.
❝It seems something hurts you more than usual today.❞
A small smile touched his face. He stood in front of you when your gaze finally fell upon him. There was no urgency in his actions, in the way he knelt down and took your hands.
❝I don't think I can convince you of anything right now,❞ he said, gently squeezing your hands in his, ❝but I can stay with you until you learn how valuable you are.❞
That seemed to be the trigger that unlocked your tears, for they soon began to flow freely down your face.
He wasn't trying to change your opinion of yourself. Instead, he was offering you another possibility, even more special in its rarity. He was offering you his time, a gaze that didn't seek to compare, a touch that invited you to relax… He promised you a safe place where you could feel understood.
And, even though you still doubted yourself, for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, you weren't broken, but simply tired.
simeon, barbatos, satan (obey me); buddha, hermes, hades, jack (ror/snv); leon (resident evil); megumi, nanami (jjk); sanji, sabo, mihawk, (one piece); v (devil may cry); diluc, zhongli, neuvillete, flins (genshin impact); jade (twisted wonderland); bruno (jojo's); pierrot (freak circus); your fav ones...
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. i don't talk much about it, but sometimes everything gets too much. i wish i had the means of comfort i'd like to have, yet that's not possible as of now. so here you have this stupid drabble.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ characters. unspecified character, referred to in masculine × gn! reader, referred in second person (you). you can imagine any character here, but i'll put some of my own at the end.
you're enough
There were days when you couldn't understand where the pain came from. You couldn't put into words the reason behind that shadow of sadness that loomed over you with such malice, a melancholy that soon had every fragment of your being under its yoke of desolation.
It seemed that today was one of those fateful days.
Your mind was racing louder than usual. Past actions and interactions swirled in your memory, reminding you of old doubts you thought you had already overcome. A hard drive of insecurities played on an endless loop with only one simple intention: to make you feel inadequate.
You lowered your gaze. You looked at your hands and thought they were enough, that you were enough. But the thought didn't quite take hold.
Is everything you've done, everything you're doing, actually enough?
You didn't cry. You weren't capable of crying. That was what frustrated you most. The falling tears, at least, would be a physical manifestation, a visible sign that the pain existed as a whole. But the suffering was silent. A voice inside you seemed to know everything: everything you weren't, everything you should be to deserve something.
You're not enough. You never were. You never will be.
You didn't hear him come in. So focused on your sorrow that you didn't notice your partner's arrival in the room. However, he did notice you. His eyes carefully scanned your figure, taking in every detail that revealed so much about you without your even realizing it. He didn't need eloquent words or actions; he simply knew you like the back of his hand.
He approached you slowly, maintaining a safe distance for your own comfort. He respected the fragile silence that surrounded you, not wanting to intrude abruptly when you still seemed lost in thought. Even so, after a moment of proper self-meditation, he spoke.
❝It seems something hurts you more than usual today.❞
A small smile touched his face. He stood in front of you when your gaze finally fell upon him. There was no urgency in his actions, in the way he knelt down and took your hands.
❝I don't think I can convince you of anything right now,❞ he said, gently squeezing your hands in his, ❝but I can stay with you until you learn how valuable you are.❞
That seemed to be the trigger that unlocked your tears, for they soon began to flow freely down your face.
He wasn't trying to change your opinion of yourself. Instead, he was offering you another possibility, even more special in its rarity. He was offering you his time, a gaze that didn't seek to compare, a touch that invited you to relax… He promised you a safe place where you could feel understood.
And, even though you still doubted yourself, for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, you weren't broken, but simply tired.
simeon, barbatos, satan (obey me); buddha, hermes, hades, jack (ror/snv); leon (resident evil); megumi, nanami (jjk); sanji, sabo, mihawk, (one piece); v (devil may cry); diluc, zhongli, neuvillete, flins (genshin impact); jade (twisted wonderland); bruno (jojo's); pierrot (freak circus); your fav ones...
Meine liebling, you're like a firefly. You shine. Shine for others and make them look better with your light. If you saw yourself the way I see you, you will even get flusterred to see all your beauty. I cannot remove my own eyes and offer you them to make you see, but I will read all your poetry and all the letters to make you feel listened and seen, and I will cry for you and your little precious heart. You are my darling. Till the death take us away.
mia carissima, what could i possibly have done to deserve such lovely words from you? what could i have done for you to see me in such a radiant light, ma très chère?
your words have moved me deeply, as you may imagine. the sweetness of the thoughts you dedicate to me, even when you doubt your own english, touches me more than you know. that hardly matters at all, really, when we already understand one another without the need for mere words.
i am unsure of many things in life, clearly. but of this, be assured: we are meant to belong together, like two otters holding hands. for, meine liebling, we came from the same star.
To understand Doflamingo as a lover, you have to understand his trauma:
Born as a Celestial Dragon, stripped of that power, and thrown into a world that despised him.
Watched his mother die, his father murdered, and endured torture and starvation with his brother.
Returned to the underworld and rebuilt his empire by force.
He emerged with a worldview shaped by this belief:
“The world is cruel. Power is the only truth. Family is earned through absolute loyalty.”
This fundamental distrust of the world shapes every relationship he forms—including romantic ones.
Love = Loyalty
Doflamingo doesn’t love the way most people do. He’s not emotionally available, nor vulnerable. But he does have the capacity to form devoted, obsessive, and protective bonds—just look at his crew.
His idea of love would be:
Fierce protection (like how he shields Baby 5 and defends Trebol).
Possessive loyalty (like his obsession with his brother, Corazon, and the violent betrayal he felt).
Dominance and control (he treats his crew as subordinates and family simultaneously—you love him on his terms).
So, as a lover:
He would not tolerate betrayal—even emotional distance might trigger him.
He would expect complete devotion, absolute discretion, and loyalty to his vision.
You would be part of his world, not the other way around.
Dangerous Love
Doflamingo is canonically a sadist and manipulator—he kills without hesitation, uses people as pawns, and only trusts those he molds himself.
So, in romance:
He may test you constantly—emotionally, mentally, even physically—to gauge your loyalty.
He may gaslight or punish you for disobedience, not because he’s insecure, but because he believes in control over chaos.
He might call it love, but it’s closer to ownership unless you’ve earned a deeper place in his psyche.
But—if you do? You become his.
Jealousy & Possessiveness
Doflamingo doesn’t get “insecure,” but he does get possessive.
He sees you as part of his kingdom—his partner, his property, his pride.
Anyone who tries to flirt with you, touch you, or even speak to you in a way he doesn’t like? Eliminated.
You won’t always know he’s watching, but his influence is always there—a nod from a waiter, a glance from a subordinate. Everyone knows you’re his.
Private vs. Public
In public, he treats you with controlled distance.
He's not openly affectionate—but the way people fear stepping too close to you makes it clear who you belong to.
He may smirk when you’re standing by his side like a queen—but he rarely touches in front of others.
However, if someone disrespects you? All hell breaks loose.
In private:
He may lower the façade. Slightly.
He’ll allow physical closeness: your hand on his chest, your fingers in his hair, your lips at his throat.
But even in intimacy, he’s dominant—sex is a power play, and tenderness is earned.
Comparison: Crew = Prototype
Doflamingo treats his crew as a found family—Trebol, Diamante, Pica, Baby 5, and others all serve under him with almost cult-like loyalty. He feeds them, protects them, controls them, but also rewards them for loyalty.
Your relationship would follow a similar structure:
He gives you power (status, protection, luxury) if you serve his world.
He punishes betrayal with no hesitation.
He values loyalty above all else, and views emotional connection through that lens—not empathy, not understanding, but fealty.
Can He Love? Truly?
Yes—in his own way.
Doflamingo can form attachments. His hatred for his brother’s betrayal shows he’s capable of emotional hurt.
His twisted affection for his crew shows he can care.
But his love is corrupted by control. He doesn’t just want to be loved—he wants to be obeyed, feared, and needed.
You wouldn’t be in a “normal” relationship. You’d be in a kingdom—his kingdom—with you on a leash unless you rise high enough to share his throne.
In Summary:
Loving Doflamingo is like loving fire. It warms you, burns you, consumes you—and if you can’t control it, it destroys you.
You would be protected, but never free.
Cherished, but never equal—unless you prove yourself more than a pretty pawn.
You would either be his queen/king or his possession—there’s nothing in between.
I find it funny that shanks is depicted as a 'womanizer' in fics when canonically its beckman lol
imagine shanks trying to hit up on you (uses the corniest pick up lines he knows) and he fails so miserably because he doesn't know how to 'cuz he's so used to ladies coming to him instead. So, now he looks like a fool in front of you but he makes up for it with his charm and handsome face.
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